Blood rushed to my cock as they drew closer and I realized for the first time how beautiful my mother and sister were. Or at least, this was the first time that I’d noticed them as hot, sexy females. In an attempt to hide my growing erection, I sat back down on the chair I’d just vacated and pulled my legs up. It was then, as if in sync, they came around my chair and walked over to the two others that sat on the beach, bending at the waist as they stuck their asses out in my direction (Mom’s bikini was barely able to contain her upside-down heart shaped ass, whereas the material on my sister’s was stretched tight over her peached shaped one) as they put their plates down and dragged the chairs so that they were on either side of me. Mom on my left and Rheta on my right.
I suppose I should tell you what my mom and sister look like. And the truth is, they could pass for sisters. Like Mom and her sister, my Aunt Marie, don’t even look this similar. They both have really long flowing black hair that they wear in the same style, most of it’s loosely pulled back into a sort of loose man-bun at the back before letting the rest flow down their backs while they have two lightly curled bangs that hang down and frame their faces. If you’ve ever seen Avatar: The Last Airbender, think of combining Azula and her mom’s hairstyles and that’s basically what my Mom and sister have. Mom’s slightly taller than Rheta and has bigger boobs (I’ve since learned Mom’s a 40EE whereas my sister is a 36C). All three of us have golden hazel eyes and my sister’s lips are a dark shade of pink that match her areolas perfectly. Mom’s lips are a lighter pink and her areolas are the same colour as Rheta’s (although, in this current moment, I didn’t know these things). As I said, my mother and sister basically look like twins themselves, but where Rheta is firm and pert, Mom is, for lack of a better word, doughy (but in the best possible way).
As I forced myself to watch the lake and not get caught ogling either of them, I tried to think of anything and everything under the sun to get my cock to settle down. I had just found the image of our school’s 85-year-old principal in my memory bank, when Mom ruined all my progress. Holding up a grape before my vision, she teased, “Would my lord like something to eat? We slaved away creating the greatest feast that we could provide for such a beach outing.”
“Mom, you make it sound like we’re his servants,” my sister said, drawing my attention back to her. “It’s bad enough that you forced me into this ridiculous bikini, please don’t humiliate me further by implying that my younger brother is the boss of me.”
“It’s only twenty minutes!” I defended myself. Something completely undone by the fact that Rheta was mouthing the refrain along with me, purposefully making her face look extra stupid to prove that she was better than me.
“I didn’t force you to wear anything, Rhe (my sister’s nickname),” Mom said. “I simply requested that you come out with me and that we spend some time together working on our tans. And besides,” she added as an afterthought, “you and your brother both know that he’s the servant in the household and that teasing him about that fact is something the both of us love doing.” Rheta just nodded along to this in agreement.
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